Ensign Sival: Feels like Home
James Scott Schumann
(( Secondary Sickbay, Deck 20, USS Juneau ))
Sival had adapted to his new pace of life during his first weeks aboard the Juneau. The ship had been engaged in diplomatic negotiations, which hardly involved the doctor’s attention, thus giving him time to develop an efficient and predictable routine. The ship and its crew, especially Dr. Indobri and the medical staff he worked closely with, had already started to feel familiar to him.
Well, not entirely familiar. Sival still marvelled at the advanced medical technology that he worked with everyday. Everything from the NICU suite to the hyposprays were cutting-edge, and Sival never lost a small sense of wonder when using the Juneau’s instruments. And if the facilities were not advanced enough, he had learned that the systems would soon be upgraded to an even more advanced state.
Sival also felt more comfortable aboard the ship. He no longer felt that he had to prove himself to everyone - to ‘be proactive’, as he had resolved to be on his first day. He had instead decided that he would do his work as proficiently as possible, and let the fruits of his labours speak for themselves.
He even felt more at ease among the crew. His admiration for their skill continued to grow, but now, especially after his conversation with the captain weeks ago at the Awards Ceremony, he found deep respect for their wisdom as well. His ongoing discussions with Dr. Indrobri and other members of the crew over work matters only confirmed this. Importantly, they had earned the respect of the half-Vulcan.
He spent his usual duty shifts in Main Medical, where he attended to the common everyday injuries of the crew. The only ‘excitement’ was when a Zic ambassador with an oversized ego came in with an oversized bruise on his wrist, apparently from hitting a table in rage.
Sival: How may I help you, Sir?
The ambassador only grunted.
Apart from his duty shifts, Sival found himself spending a large chunk of his time in Secondary Sickbay, where he had converted, with Dr. Indobri’s kind and patient permission, the medical office into his own research hub. He had placed stacks of PADDs piled throughout the room, only some of which were on the floor. He had used the space to explore various interests, including his unyielding pursuit of the hominid amygdala. Related to this, he had even pored over the crew’s bio data from the Allahayer’s test flight, and he was pondering writing a case study about it.
He was reading over one such PADD of data when he was summoned to the bridge for a medical call by Lieutenant Commander T’Lea.
While the call itself did not sound urgent (‘annoyed’ perhaps, but not medically ‘urgent’), Sival had not been to Juneau’s bridge before, and his curiosity, as much as his sense of duty, compelled him to respond as quickly as possible.
Sival grabbed a medical kit and made his way to the turbolift.
(( Turbolift, USS Juneau ))
Sival: =/\= Main Bridge =/\=
The turbolift’s doors closed, then hummed and whirred as it moved in acknowledgement of his request. Shortly after, it stopped, and the doors opened again.
Ensign Trovek entered the lift.
Sival: Ensign Trovek, it is agreeable to see you. I am heading to the Main Bridge. Is this your destination as well?
Trovek: Response.
Sival: I see. Lt. Cmdr. T’Lea summoned me for a medical call.
Although it was only for a headache, Sival did not want to breach the patient’s confidentiality by explaining further.
Trovek: Response
Sival saw an opportunity to practice his ‘small-talk’ skills. He had met with the counselor a week prior, and she had encouraged him to do so. However, the turbolift arrived at its destination before he got a chance.
(( Main Bridge, USS Juneau ))
Sival stepped onto the bridge and marvelled at what he saw on the view screen - rich, deep colors and smoothly-textured asteroids. The aesthetics were most pleasing.
Sival: Ensign Sival, reporting as ordered, Commander.
Trovek: response
Kendrick: response
T’Lea: Don’t ding the Captain’s ship.
Helm: Yes, Ma’am.
Sival walked toward the Lt. Commander. He took out his handheld scanner and began waving it around her head. He held a tricorder in his other hand which displayed the readings.
Sival: If you’ll excuse me, Commander. :: after a pause :: There is some vascular constriction. I can administer a hypo.
Sival took the hypospray out of the medkit slung around his shoulder, and he gently applied it to the jugular vein in T’Lea’s neck.
T’Lea: Response
Trovek: response
Kendrick: response
TAG / TBC
Ensign Sival
Medical Officer
USS Juneau, NX-99801
J239808S11